After a glass or two of wine we somehow found
ourselves in a yoga class in the town hall.
souffle
fermez les yeux
plier à partir de votre taille, la
tête touche les genoux et redressez lentement vos jambs
It didn’t take us long to realize
that we don’t bend like we used too!!
Our French classmates enjoyed our attempt at trying to understand the
instructions given and our inability to breath up from our stomachs, up into our
chest and then into the clavicle!!
The world over it seems at least
one member of the class manages to fall asleep during the meditation, the
gentle sound of snoring always helps me to relax!! And no it wasn’t either Ian or myself this
time.
We must have been ok as we have been
invited back next Monday to do it all again! Encore......
So jealous. Your French home is so beautiful, I would love to be there. I would also have loved to see you and Ian doing French yoga. :) xxx
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